If interested, more photos here.
Busy Saturdays are the best because they make the weekends seem so much longer than they really are. Don’t you think?
This morning, the boys left me at church at the bright and early hour of 8 a.m. I volunteered to help make curtains to put up so that we can hide the supply cabinets on either side of the podium area (feels odd to call it a stage for some reason, though that is what it is). That was kind of fun and the breakfast taco and Krispy Kreme donut didn’t hurt. I remembered I don’t like Krispy Kreme coffee though. Technically, I don’t like KK coffee half an hour after brewing because just out of the machine it’s ok. That is a very short time period for “ok” though.
While I was gone, hubby took the boys and—for the first time evah—Sprocket for a hike at Town Lake/Lady Bird Lake hike and bike trails. Yay for second set of shots!* Apparently, she had a blast. She did have a hard time not chasing the boys and heeling but still did ok. Hubby told me she did bark at some dog for a reason that was apparent to no one but her (and maybe that dog).
At close to lunch, they picked me up, we went home and all had lunch and well-deserved naps. Did I say nap? I crashed, dead to the world. Took forever to get up, but get up I did and we all got ready to go swimming. Yes, it was overcast but that’s ok, it was still hot enough to swim. Only we didn’t because the pool was closed again. Was it the bad bacteria from Houston? Was it the threatening cloud cover? Bah. That’s all they do is threaten. Lightning, thunder, grey clouds. But rain? I wish! These clouds lately are all threat and no follow through. No pool either way.
Zilker park again? Sure! I get to go this time. We went for a longer hike than the one they took this morning and the puppy did so well. The boys were a little cranky because they were hungry by now and the promise of a dinner at Chipotle was hard to wait for. Troopers that they are, they walked and it was for quite a while. Sprocket was going at it, too.
At the place we determined was our half way point, I stopped to take photos of a flock of swans that people were feeding. Nearby, we watched two canoes full of what can only be described at college students who have taken the liberty of imbibing in fluids that can affect one’s motor skills. One canoe had rammed another and the rammed was capsized. The rammers stayed to help their friends (with friends like these…yada, yada, yada).
As they got close, they asked me “does it look like we sprung a leak?” Just a little one. The smell of the special fluid was very present; I didn’t need to see the cans still floating in the water. College students, end of summer…fill in the blanks. NM wanted to know the why but J just watched curiously, perhaps knowing better than to ask or just worried that it could happen to him since we were just talking about maybe getting a kayak and doing the same thing. Only with out the part about falling in the water.
We had our dinner and went home. You know how we know that the puppy had fun? She cried when we took her out of the car. It could be that or that she really had to, you know, go, because she did only not in the car. When hubby tried to get her from outside where she was fast asleep to bring her in, she cried again as if to complain about having to get up (”c’mon, girl, it’s gonna rain buckets”).
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So, the boys and I took Sprocket to the vet for her second set of shots. Again, she did very well in spite of being “more aware” of what’s going on as the vet put it. She got three shots and he forgot that he wasn’t supposed to give her topical anti-flea stuff so he had to wash it off. I commented on her biting and he said not to worry, that’s still just puppy stuff. I was glad the boys heard that because, as I told the vet, the biting was kind of hard for the boys to deal with. She’s mellowing out, though. He also mentioned that he thought our training collar (nylon kind, not a chain!) was a little early for her and he was surprised to hear that she took to it so well so soon. He said he hardly ever heard of a dog so young being completely leash trained. He was also surprised to see her sit so well and hear that she “goes” on command and—as long as hubby or I are around—will mostly go in our designated dog run. He said she has to be pretty smart and we like to think so, too. The vet was right about people stopping to look at her, too. We had someone ask if she were a corgi and went on to wax sentimental about one she saw at the pound way back when. Awww.
